Instead of following footsteps let’s create our own.
I made sure to bifurcate between what’s real and what’s fate
I linked fate with destiny and then I offered you up as bait
You foolish man who went up there
Seizing those opportunities which were not rare.
I took nature away from you and gave you money. Just a residue.
I took your life, I took your mind and caged it in an eternal bind
You want freedom, I say you have to earn it
But how will you earn it, when I know I will burn it.
Freedom you desire is the child of slavery, on which many a soul lost their bravery
All you had was a mirage and you named it freedom,
I pity you, you desolate image in an unwelcomed mirror.
‘I’ and ‘you’ are both the same. I live in ‘you’ and you live in other plane.
There you are desolate and not required, while I lived here and kept the master sired.
‘I’ live in everyone and so do ‘You’.
‘I’ controlled everyone but could not control ‘You’
‘You’ still exist as a seperate entity
I found a tool to express myself, a way to de-link myself,
From the worldly anthem, from the manly lord,
From those people who never let you free and roam.
Far beyond their reach this tool took me to places, where I saw people going half crazy…
I used it as a shield and from behind it, I kept an eye,
Their eye when met my I, they fought a battle,
my body wasn’t hurt but my thoughts were…
Comfortably numb, I was walking on a path,
Healing my mind with illusion and wrath,
Physically I walked amidst those tyrannical rules,
Mentally I saw them making people fool.
What a shame! I thought while walking past them,
I didn’t realised what a fool I am!
The world in which I live feeds on people like me.
The illusion of freedom mocked my wrath,
It turned into someone who controls my path.
I thus got trapped in my own mind and became a prey to my own kind.
The time has come to take a stand
The minute has come to avenge yourself,
These moments, these seconds will decide my road
Which one should I take- the less travelled or the one travelled more…
Deep in my soul I know what I want
I know it because I feel it in my heart
But this heart was soon ambushed by love and care,
And only my outer body was spared.
My mind soon started to join the killers,
My heart, brave enough, never liked thrillers
Soon my body became a battleground
Leaving my soul scarred and down.
The wounded soul knows where to go
She rooted for heart and let the brain know-
That all its politics, all its weapons
Will meet their end by her strong determination.
We tend to keep those things close in a box which are valuable but eventually are things only…now a days many people do the same thing with the female sex, I wonder how long will they continue it!